Page 107 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
Claimed.
Taken.
I wanted this man to be mine, too, so I understood why he needed some reassurance.
“Asher!” I hissed as he ground my hips down with every stroke of his cock.
The stimulation to my clit was good.
So damn good.
I missed having the two of us together skin-to-skin, but there was something to be said for only being intimately connected in one place.
It put all of my focus on the orgasm that was starting to unfurl.
“Asher!” I panted, forcing myself not to lose it as I got closer and closer to climax.
I bit my lip, forcing myself not to call out his name.
I ground my hips against Asher hard as my climax rolled over my body.
I opened my mouth, completely swept away by the pleasure this man gave me.
Asher reached up, grasped the back of my head, and slammed my mouth against his.
The scream I’d needed to release was muffled against Asher’s mouth and tongue.
He’d known I couldn’t hold back any longer, and he’d saved me the embarrassment he knew that I’d feel later.
My core spasmed as Asher kept right on kissing me, groaning against my lips as he came deep inside me.
I panted once he’d ended the embrace. “I think you just saved me from endless embarrassment.”
He grinned up at me. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear my name on your lips, but I know you. You would have been embarrassed every time you saw our driver.”
I hugged him tightly. “I would have,” I confessed.
“Still feeling tipsy?” he asked.
“Just a little,” I admitted. “I wish I could just stay here all night. I don’t really want to move.”
I loved moments like this when we were intimately connected but completely satisfied.
We stayed this way simply because we liked feeling this kind of closeness.
At least I knew that I did.
But Asher seemed to enjoy it, too.
“You’ll probably have to move soon,” he said teasingly. “We’re about to arrive at our hotel.”
I shot off his lap. “Oh, God,” I groaned. “Why didn’t you warn me?”
“I just did,” he drawled as he straightened out his fly and zipped his pants. “We were a little preoccupied before that.”
“Give me my panties,” I insisted, desperate to use the material to swipe up a wet spot on the leather seat.
Wordlessly, Asher pulled a plush handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to me.
